The Last Shadow Puppets

You bit your lip and on the tip of your tongue was your view
He hadn’t dealt with how you felt with ways that suited you.
Got paper-cuts from the love letters you never gave him
Could not meet your new found needs for misbehaving.
Why would you say sorry?
You said there was a nagging lack of smiles
When dancing on your back
Tenderness aplenty but that wasn’t what you craved